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“Zayn, what’s going on? Where are Jack and West?”
“Oh, they’re fine, don’t worry. And don’t worry about Wesley, I’m sure wherever he is, there’ll be a good reason for it.”
Something about his tone was really starting to worry me. He seemed almost shifty.
He stared at me, his eyes dark and unfathomable in the night. His teeth gleamed in his dusky face and fear shot through me. Zayn was fun, flattering, and bloody good in bed, but he was also a killer, a fact he’d reminded me of several times. And here I was alone in a house with him. It crossed my mind that if West thought a priest like Sadiq could double cross us, then maybe Zayn could too. My blood ran cold as he came towards me, and another memory came to mind as he reached out to take my hand—West telling me Zayn and Sadiq had been lovers. What if...
I stepped back out of his reach. Something sharp cracked under my heel, and I looked down at the broken pair of glasses lying on the floor.
“What’s that?” Zayn asked.
I crouched and picked them up off the ground. “Wesley’s glasses,” I replied.
Zayn took another step forward, and I backed up until my calves hit the sofa—the sofa where he’d made love to me with Jack only the day before. A tear slid down my cheek.
“Zayn, where’s West and Jack?”
“I told you, they’re fine.” He moved towards me, and I contemplated running. I could leap over the back of the sofa and run... Who was I kidding? He’d catch me in a heartbeat.
“Tory, calm down.”
“Oh, I’m calm.” I turned and leapt for the sofa.
“Fuck!”
I only got one foot on the seat before his body crashed into mine. Strong hands grabbed my shoulders, and we collapsed sideways, rolling onto the floor. His hand clamped over my mouth, and his legs wrapped around mine, pinning them to the ground. I panicked, and fear surged through my veins like a trigger. I began to shift under him, raking my claws down his back. He shouted out in pain, and I bit down on his hand, tearing into his fingers until I hit bone. He roared then, pulling his hand back, and for a moment, I thought he was going to hit me. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his forearm against my throat, cutting off my oxygen. I scrabbled at his arm, shredding his jacket and the skin underneath.
Wincing at the pain, he leaned down and brushed his lips against my ear. “Tory, stop. It’s not me, I swear. But he’s watching us right now.”
I hesitated, though I didn’t retract my claws.
Zayn felt it, because he lessened the pressure on my windpipe and carried on. “West and Jack found a link, they found a lead. They headed over there straightaway to scope the place out.”
“Why are you here alone then?” I breathed. “And where’s Wesley?”
“I don’t know where Wesley is, and right now I’m really fucking scared for the guy. West sent me here to check on you. We found something else, something to make us think he’s got eyes in the house. Please, just trust me.”
I took a shaky breath and looked up at him. Dark eyes gazed into my own. He seemed sincere, but I was conflicted. He could be telling the truth, but he could still be the stalker. If I played along, however, I might get a chance to get away. I nodded and he sighed, loosening his hold. He backed away, kneeling and pulling me up and into his arms. I must have tensed, because he leaned in and whispered, “Just play along.”
Wondering if he’d read my mind, I let him pull me to my feet. He bent down and kissed me. It wasn’t gentle, but harsh and demanding, as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. He moved backwards, pulling me with him around the sofa, his kiss not letting up for a moment. His hand slid up my jumper, cupping my breast. Panic sparked within me as my doubts crept in again, but I went with it, praying to Ra or whoever was watching that I was right to trust him. He lifted me up onto the kitchen island, the marble was cold through my jeans, and as he pulled my legs around his waist and pressed himself against me, I winced slightly. I was still feeling a little sensitive from Wesley. His mouth released mine, and he brushed his lips along the skin of my neck. Doubts or not, his touch made shivers run down my spine, and my nipples hardened.
His lips brushed my ear, and I realised he was whispering to me. “I need you to look around. Look for something with eyes on it.”
I turned and took his earlobe between my teeth, biting down gently. “What do you meaneyes? Like my necklace?”
He trailed kisses up my throat and along my jaw. “No, it’s ancient magic. The sorcerer can enchant a pair of eyes and look through them whenever he wants,” he murmured. “It’ll be something Egyptian... something with power.” He kissed along my collarbone as my eyes travelled across the shadowy room. I was glad my night vision had greatly improved since I was awakened, or this would have been impossible. My gaze fell on the console table near the door. A lamp, a wooden dish for keys and loose change, and that falcon headed canopic jar tucked in next to the lamp, which stared out into the room. My heart skipped a beat, and I pulled back to look at Zayn. I brushed my lips over his.
“Over on the console table, a canopic jar by the lamp.”
Zayn kissed me, and this time it was brief but warm. He lifted me up, wrapped my legs tight around his waist, and headed towards the hallway where the bedrooms were. Just as we passed the console table, he seemed to stumble sideways and we crashed into it. The jar wobbled but didn’t fall over.
Zayn laughed. “Sorry, I’m a bit too eager.” He leaned in to kiss me again, murmuring, “Have you fed recently?” I nodded, unbuttoning his shirt slightly and running my fingers through his dark hair. “Good,” he whispered. “First bit of magical training.”
I looked up at him in a sudden panic, my eyes wide. “I can’t,” I protested a bit too loudly.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, my love, we’ll take it slow, you might even like it.” I narrowed my eyes at him as he leaned into my neck once again. “You are stronger than me. You can reverse the enchantment. Touch the jar and feel for the connection.”
I let out a long breath and shook my head at him, but I reached out behind the jar and pressed my fingers to the back of the lid. A hum tingled under my fingertips, and I realised I could feel the energy of the magic contained within it. I could almost see a golden haze around the jar, and then right in the eyes, golden pinpricks of light. I reached out through the jar, touching each connection gently, feeling them trailing off into the ether and tugging at me as if they wanted me to go with them.
